*Craaaaaaaaaaaassssssshhhhhh!*
*bang*
*thud*
*screeeeeech*
*bang!*
"Owwww."
*hissssssss*
"I think the radiator is busted."
"Suicidal pixies should be banned. I'm just sayin'.... Christ. You okay, Ginny?"
"Yeah, just bruised from the seat-belt. Oo, you're bleeding!"
"I am? Ouch! Hunh. Great. Another scalp scar for the collection. Let's see if the people in the other car are hurt...."
"Ohmigod!"
"It's so obvious you grew up in the Valley."
"Shut up, Kate. The hell I grew up in 818 hell. We hit Wes! I mean, Wes hit us!"
"Okay, that's just freaky. What are the odds on this?... Don't tell me. Don't wanna know, and I think I'd be frightened if it turned out you knew."
"Kate? Virginia? I'm so sorry --- there was this bright light---"
"Bad Tinkerbell!"
"No apologies necessary, Wes. Is that Connor in there with you?"
"Yes, we ran into each other at ... never mind. VIrginia? I can't believe you'e still here... but it is good to see you."
"Ditto, Mr. Pryce. Can you still drive your car? 'Cause I think Kate's is pretty much totalled."
"And again, I have to express--"
"And again, you really don't. As long as you follow the light, after I get some stuff out of the trunk."
"I beg your pardon? That sounds fairly ominous---"
"Are you still stoned? *That* light, Wes. The one doing the can-can on your car hood."
"I was never stoned! And may I ask where the light is taking us?"
"We're guessing Griffith Park. If we're wrong? At least we'll get to visit the zoo."
"Tinkerbell probably wants to visit the insect collection."
"Right... Connor, please move to the back seat and let Virginia sit next to you to navigate."
"Wes, are you sure you're good to drive now? Maybe I ought to do it."
"Why on earth wouldn't I be capable of driving?"
"Uh, Wes... sweetie... I know what you're like when you're drunk, remember, and some of the things you put on your messages the last day or so? Were *way* more out there than your usual singing of 'Man of La Mancha.'"
"*What*? I'm perfectly--- Kate! Give those back!"
"Get in, and just take the flamethrower, will you? Ginny, hang onto this bag, and make Tink fly below the speed limit, if you can."
"I don't think magic guides know from speed limits. And am I the only one starting to feel like Wendy here? 'Cause this kid's resemblance to Peter Pan? Just creepy. Plus Wes is looking more piratical lately---"
"I've heard the Peter Pan comments before. And you're going to pay for that later."
[About five miles of arguing later....]
"Now where is she--- Damnit! This car was not made for four-wheeling! Everybody out. We're going to have to hoof it."
"Did you bring enough supplies?"
"Yes, kid, I brought enough supplies--- hold this bag open a sec...."
"Dibs on the sword."
"Crossbow!"
"Here, Ginny. Just don't shoot one of us.... Don't look at my flamethrower like that, Wes. Crossbow or sword?"
"Both, thank you. And the shotgun. Wooden shells, I assume?"
"Yeah, yeah... Connor, where are you--- damnit. Damnit!"
"You know, the resemblance to Peter Pan is... Wow."
"---just eerie when he leaps like that. Especially with a twinkling guide. I know. Are you armed, Kate? I don't want them to get too far ahead."
"Gun, gun, flamethrower, stakes. Let's go. Wes, you carry the flashlight. Maybe the kid can see in the dark, but I sure as hell can't. I'll call this in as soon as we're sure where Angelus is."
"Wes? When did you get a Cadillac?"
"Funny you should ask...."
[A mile worth of following an ADD guide-of-light in circles later, and after much cursing and a run-in with some hostile bushes]
"Why is she... *puff*... stopping?"
"Maybe she's confused."
"Maybe she's tired."
"Maybe she's found him, did anyone think of that?"
{chorus} "No."
"Travel Town? Angelus is hanging out in Travel Town? Does anyone else think that his fascination for tracks is getting out of hand?"
"Quite possibly, and... wait."
*whisper* "Did you hear that?"
.....
...
"Oh, shit."
*thud*
*screeeeeech*
*bang!*
"Owwww."
*hissssssss*
"I think the radiator is busted."
"Suicidal pixies should be banned. I'm just sayin'.... Christ. You okay, Ginny?"
"Yeah, just bruised from the seat-belt. Oo, you're bleeding!"
"I am? Ouch! Hunh. Great. Another scalp scar for the collection. Let's see if the people in the other car are hurt...."
"Ohmigod!"
"It's so obvious you grew up in the Valley."
"Shut up, Kate. The hell I grew up in 818 hell. We hit Wes! I mean, Wes hit us!"
"Okay, that's just freaky. What are the odds on this?... Don't tell me. Don't wanna know, and I think I'd be frightened if it turned out you knew."
"Kate? Virginia? I'm so sorry --- there was this bright light---"
"Bad Tinkerbell!"
"No apologies necessary, Wes. Is that Connor in there with you?"
"Yes, we ran into each other at ... never mind. VIrginia? I can't believe you'e still here... but it is good to see you."
"Ditto, Mr. Pryce. Can you still drive your car? 'Cause I think Kate's is pretty much totalled."
"And again, I have to express--"
"And again, you really don't. As long as you follow the light, after I get some stuff out of the trunk."
"I beg your pardon? That sounds fairly ominous---"
"Are you still stoned? *That* light, Wes. The one doing the can-can on your car hood."
"I was never stoned! And may I ask where the light is taking us?"
"We're guessing Griffith Park. If we're wrong? At least we'll get to visit the zoo."
"Tinkerbell probably wants to visit the insect collection."
"Right... Connor, please move to the back seat and let Virginia sit next to you to navigate."
"Wes, are you sure you're good to drive now? Maybe I ought to do it."
"Why on earth wouldn't I be capable of driving?"
"Uh, Wes... sweetie... I know what you're like when you're drunk, remember, and some of the things you put on your messages the last day or so? Were *way* more out there than your usual singing of 'Man of La Mancha.'"
"*What*? I'm perfectly--- Kate! Give those back!"
"Get in, and just take the flamethrower, will you? Ginny, hang onto this bag, and make Tink fly below the speed limit, if you can."
"I don't think magic guides know from speed limits. And am I the only one starting to feel like Wendy here? 'Cause this kid's resemblance to Peter Pan? Just creepy. Plus Wes is looking more piratical lately---"
"I've heard the Peter Pan comments before. And you're going to pay for that later."
[About five miles of arguing later....]
"Now where is she--- Damnit! This car was not made for four-wheeling! Everybody out. We're going to have to hoof it."
"Did you bring enough supplies?"
"Yes, kid, I brought enough supplies--- hold this bag open a sec...."
"Dibs on the sword."
"Crossbow!"
"Here, Ginny. Just don't shoot one of us.... Don't look at my flamethrower like that, Wes. Crossbow or sword?"
"Both, thank you. And the shotgun. Wooden shells, I assume?"
"Yeah, yeah... Connor, where are you--- damnit. Damnit!"
"You know, the resemblance to Peter Pan is... Wow."
"---just eerie when he leaps like that. Especially with a twinkling guide. I know. Are you armed, Kate? I don't want them to get too far ahead."
"Gun, gun, flamethrower, stakes. Let's go. Wes, you carry the flashlight. Maybe the kid can see in the dark, but I sure as hell can't. I'll call this in as soon as we're sure where Angelus is."
"Wes? When did you get a Cadillac?"
"Funny you should ask...."
[A mile worth of following an ADD guide-of-light in circles later, and after much cursing and a run-in with some hostile bushes]
"Why is she... *puff*... stopping?"
"Maybe she's confused."
"Maybe she's tired."
"Maybe she's found him, did anyone think of that?"
{chorus} "No."
"Travel Town? Angelus is hanging out in Travel Town? Does anyone else think that his fascination for tracks is getting out of hand?"
"Quite possibly, and... wait."
*whisper* "Did you hear that?"
.....
...
"Oh, shit."